Leaves Of Hazel Testo

Testo Leaves Of Hazel

She ties me in an ivy when i don't speak
Black upon her angel's wings when she is weak
I'm in a mother's womb I'm her tortured prince
She sighs for eternity and a virgin's innocence

What is wrong with me

The flame is gone
Cut me like a child
The flame is gone
Let me stay for awhile

Cuts herself on silouettes and roses made from clay
No faces hide behind her body as she's torn and decayed
I'm prisoneer on her noose an infant painted gray
Whisper in my ear before i travel to this grave